2002-04-23

phriquancy: Ah...what about an elaborate

phriquancy: Ah…what about an elaborate optical scheme where you are knocked unconcious by a drunken noder, dressed up in women’s clothes on a dare (complete with makeup, while you’re still out cold) and then placed in a room with mirrors positioned in such a way that you will see infinite rows and columns of your own dressed-up (sorry for the pun) self

Placain: What part of “your mom” didn’t you understand?